All's Fair in Blog and War!

This is in response to Not A Desperate Houswife's Halloween blog entry!

Haloscan

Haloscan commenting and trackback have been added to this blog. I was getting tired of typing in squiggly letters every time I wanted to comment in my own blog. And also, big announcement:

My MOTHER has joined us all in the 21st century! She isn't even messing with dial up or AOL. She found out right away they both suck. She combined her phone, cable and computer all into one service. And she set the time on her old VCR. She's on roll!

Y'all Look at This Here Tumbleweed!

Okay, its official. I am homesick!

This morning I had to take our van to the muffler place and then to get inspected. I got to the muffler place, and the guys were friendly enough, but not really. There was no extra conversation. There was no "How you doing today, gal?" No what do ya call it...Hospitality. Back home the hospitality was rampant. You couldn't set foot in a place of business without getting a full dose of extra conversation. I miss that.

After the muffler place I went on to the inspection station. All they do there is state inspections, no garage work if your car doesn't pass. Again, no extra hospitality there either. Its not like I was quiet either. I'm a chatty girl.

This is not the first day I have realized that its different here than in West Texas. I realized that when we moved here 5 years ago. But people here were friendly enough, so I was content.

Maybe this why this blog thing is so addictive. Its all about the extra conversation. Its all about other people stopping by to say hello. I love to here from folks that are from where I am from, or like where I am from. So far, my computer has kept from being so homesick.

Perhaps a visit is in order. I haven't been home in 2 years. The last time we went we enjoyed it because we saw new stuff and old favorites. We were happy to see that our little (pop.93,000) town wasn't dying, but actually thriving out in the middle of nowhere. Home is only a 7 hour drive away. I guess in the meantime I will just keep blogging and planning the trip back.

Mini Rant

why Why WHY did Ritz Crackers have to take a song I love, a song that meant something to me and screw it up the way they did? "I'll Stop the World and Melt with You." They didn't even have the decency to use a bad remake!

Exterminate White People?

I read this article yesterday on World Net Daily. I read it twice because I couldn't believe it! I thought white people were supposed to be the racists? The frightening part of all of this is that I know there will be people out there of every color agreeing with this guy! They'll say whitey deserves it. They'll say he's like this because we oppressed him. They'll probably leave snarky remarks on my comments section or even better, take my words here and post it on their own blog, and write about what a Bigot I am to have even posted this at all. I don't care. Bring it. (No one reads your blog anyway.)

But you have to wonder about what was going on there that night. Was it an all black audience? Were they all black? Were any of them bi-racial? What was he thinking saying such crap to people? 'Please help in the cause, kill a whitey today?' He's saying this is justified because we whites are trying to "kill them." He says we whites are "plantation masters." This is a college professor, guys. Read the story.

http://www.worldnetdaily.com/news/article.asp?ARTICLE_ID=46973

Nothing Quid Novi

What are you doing here? I have nothing good today! Probably not tomorrow either. I can't seem to settle down enough to put together a coherent, interesting post.

Hubby brought up something the other day and I can't stop thinking about it. If the Oil business (Oil Bidness) picks back up in Texas we might be moving home. Odessa. Our folks own a home there. I would LOVE to go back. I love that house. Its huge. We still have a bunch of friends there. It would be a financially advantageous move if the job was good enough. Odessa has the friendliest people and the best Mexican food, ever!

I love Plano, and North Dallas in general. But Odessa is just a place I can't explain. I grew up there. I found beauty in the things that were not immediately recognizable as beautiful. It was the plains/desert. I'm still in love with the biggest sky I have ever seen. The sound of the wind whirling outside my bedroom window was one I used to hate. Now I miss it. Now the sound of the wind soothes me on the rare occasion I hear it here.

I really have no reason to be homesick. I am content here. The few times I had brought the subject of Odessa up to hubby he quickly dismissed it. I was just nostalgic for the home that doesn't exist anymore, he'd say. So this new possibility just threw me way off. Was he missing it too? Is he really just thinking ahead about his career?

I have to go think about this some more. Shame on you BWH. Now you have the wheels in my head spinning.

Little White Hat

This is what I found when I googled Big white hat!

Die Phobien

Phunny phobia for today is defecaloesiophobia, which is fear of painful bowel movements. Youch.

Demophobia is fear of crowds. Both my son, Tiger and I suffer from this one.

I'm too tired to blog much today. My neighbor's dogs are waking me up all during the night again. Wonder what the fear of losing your mind and choking the living crap out of a couple of poodles is called.

No clowns please

Coulrophobia. Anyone who knows me knows I do generally have this fear. I pretty much hate clowns. Don't know why or what happened to make me hate them like I do, but its there. This is not even a fear that I would like to get over someday. I could live quite contently with this phobia.

Claustrophobia is one I would like to get rid of. Its not really small spaces that upset me, but crowds certainly do. Being in a place that I can't readily leave makes me physically upset. My heart starts to beat faster. Ridiculous things like a trip to Wal Mart during a busy time can turn me into a nervous wreck. I've never had a real panic attack, but I have felt just all tied up in knots over not being able to leave a place. I blame it on growing up in Odessa. It was so big, spread out and open. I still really miss living out there on the plains, even though I love where I am now as well.

And now for the Phunny Phobias for today:
Coitophobia. Please. That would be a disaster.
Chrometophobia. Fear of money. Huh?

And finally, some that I put together because they go together well:
Coulrocoprophobia. Fear of clown poo.
Cholerocynocypridophobia. Fear of angry, rabid, venereally diseased prostitutes.

barophobia

Barophobia is the fear of gravity. This one boggles my mind! How does one have a fear of something like gravity? The effects of gravity....Yes. I understand that. I get that looking in the mirror everday. What does one do in the throes of that fear? Lie completely still?

There is also bolshephobia. Which at first glance I thought was fear of bulls**t. But its fear of Bolshevics. Hmm. I guess fear of bulls**t would just be b.s.phobia. I guess if I had that I wouldn't be able to read much on the internet!

More phobia fun

Ok, I was thinking of a fun phobia to highlight for today. But there are so many funny ones I couldn't choose. So I am going to go through the A's and pick out the ones that I am glad I don't really have. And then I'll list one that I do sort of have.

Alliumalektorophobia. Thats the fear of garlic chicken. Wouldn't like to fear my dinner. And because I love peanut butter too I am glad I don't have arachibutyrophobia. (Fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of your mouth.)

I do have Automotonophobia. The fear of ventriloquist dummies, or any that falsly represents a sentient being. Fuh-reaky.